G-Sense lyrics

[Intro]

You know what it is
Time to go in on these n*ggas
We lay this sh*t down pretty nice
Pretty evil we do our thing
Its real big over here on d block you know what I'm saying
We real big on f*cking bullsh*t ass n*ggas up ( still fired up)
So stay away from me with the dumb sh*t you know
(Hammers is still loaded and waiting)
Play me

[Verse 1]

The clips hold seventeen (seventeen)
Surprise I ain't die when I was seventeen (surprise)
Little n*gga Tryna get heavy cream
Get more then I got (gave)
Give more then I get (give)
I can fall but I won't blame a n*gga when I slip (I won't cry)
I'm a grown man life in my own hands
Maybe in the next mans
If he got the ratchet in his best hand
Might have a scope on it
Probably like me if came in the block and the sh*t had dope on it
Game use your offense always use your defense
Me I use my g-sense just like my presence
Pretints I would never ride to the precinct
[Interlude]

With all these tight jeans can't dig it
Tight jeans and big sneakers make you look like a clown you f*ckin as*h*le!
The streets is mine n*gga
Ya b*tch ass industry n*ggas stay in the industry
Stope acting like you a f*ckin gangsta when you not
Let's go my n*gga

[Verse 2]

A lot of sh*t bother me
Flash back on robberies
Calmed down
Wolf sh*t still a big part of me
Think about the Lil one
Hoodied up
Yea down the line
Catch his ass slipping
Pop his ass with a Lil gun
Duece duece with rhinos in it
Followed by the 25
Know I got my thoughts wrong
If I ain't get my money right
Never say what you seen until you seen what you saw
What you saw ain't what you seen n*gga say no more
You don't understand the game n*gga don't play no more
Retire quick we be on some fire sh*t
Matches and some gasoline
Fully loaded magazine
Kill em for a bag of green
Puffin on a bag of green
Stab the king
Kidnapped the queen for a bag a green
S.p d-block sh*t I don't have a thing
My n*ggas could have a ring
Phone call n*ggas is on ya'll